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I don't know, she clearly has a passion for air quality. Maybe she should go to hvac trade school. Or maybe just drop hvac funformentals book on her nightstand.
sent from Utah.
So, I checked with the lady of the house about these dueling humidification processes. The reason provided was, "because it stinks in there" which, I can't really argue with. There was no indication she'd be open to alternatives, so I'm going to have to let this one ride.
There are air purifiers that sense odors and then turn on automatically. Like literally the second you fart, it turns on.
I hope you used this as an opportunity to suggest she put some stank on it for you.
My wife likes to cook and I think her cooking is delicious. When she cooks, she does NOT like to turn the fan on. She says, "It's noisy." As the aroma fills the air, creating a haze, my eyes get irritated, and something occasionally burns... the smoke alarm goes off. Now it's really friggin "Noisy".
Gosh, I love her though. Especially when she spills something... like kombucha... in our van, splashing on my box of work supplies. Why on earth does she like that disgusting drink? Thanks that felt nice to unload!
You're right my friend! Here's another. One handed steering. She's a good driver in a straight line, but jeez does not know how to one handed steer. While driving a tight turn, her attempt to one hand steer turns the wheel, lets go of the wheel, vehicle moves, steering wheel unwinds itself, she grabs the wheel, jerks the car, and repeat slowly until the car is pointed in the desired direction. Meanwhile I be like, facepalm.
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Speaking of spilled drinks... Nobody in my house really knows how to wipe up a spilled drink. They always halfass it and leave a sticky spot on the floor. My mom taught me at an early age how to wipe up my spills and there was no halfassing allowed. She sure as hell wasn't going to do it for me, but she was happy to make me re-do it as many times as needed.
I knew we'd eventually come upon a topic that Brown could get interested in and we did it. Took a few pages but we persevered.
I spent 45 minutes in traffic with a drunk guy in the trunk narrating how the couple behind us was taking turns on each other. With the tint they couldn't see him, and with the coolers in the back he couldn't really move to another position so he decided to share with the rest of us in the car. It was supposed to be 5-10 minute drive.